A Screaming hot day
Standing in the fresh grassy field my lips touched the icy crispness of my water. The sweltering hotness of the pale sun covered me. The fresh grass smelt like it had a shower.
I could see parents swarming their sweaty children. The onion smelling BO lingered around me. The sound of cheering came closer.
My eyes burned as the fiery sun shone as if it was a volcano. The chirping of birds and cheering slowly died away.
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